
This makes sense, given the regularity with which the word ‘prolific’ has appeared beside his name. I am a lot more selective now.” To that end, he’s also deeply over the amount of records he has made being a cornerstone of his image: “I hate the label ‘prolific.’” “If I were to redo my career, the first two or three years, I would have been far more selective about songs I would’ve released. So what do we make of Ty Segall, human person, now? Older, yes. Can boy kings be wife guys? (Case in point: he included a seven-inch from her short-lived punk band VIAL on his list of recommendations-“I’m definitely biased here.”) He married his longtime girlfriend Denée at San Francisco City Hall in 2017. The major non-musical chapters of his backstory-his one “real” job building grow boxes and his stepfather’s death following a long battle with cancer-are long past and well-covered. Boy kings of rock ‘n’ roll tend to not be in their mid-30s, for one thing. These days, Ty Segall, human person, and Ty Segall, media image, are increasingly disparate. Is it even possible that a Laguna Beach surf bum and University of San Francisco grad does not “partake,” particularly when making psychedelic rock? The one time Pitchfork smelled grass in his presence, it was wafting in from Thee Oh Sees’s dressing room down the hall. A preternaturally gifted player with quite the work ethic, he has made record after record full of sound and fury, all while having the gall to have a normal haircut. The last boy king of West Coast rock ‘n’ roll, you see, is frighteningly well-adjusted. That’s the reason.īut that doesn’t make for a good story, and this has created problems between Ty Segall and journalists for years.

In other words, and Fanny’s usefulness in apocalyptic situations notwithstanding-although based on her audible barking in the background of the Zoom call, she made it through the pandemic just fine-Ty Segall makes records because Ty Segall makes records. Imagine I Am Legend, but replace the German Shepherd and Colt AR-15 with a dachshund (Fanny, his occasional cover star and muse) and a Fender Mustang. If Ty Segall were the last man on Earth-and, by extension, his Drag City imprint God? was the last way to release records-Ty Segall would still be releasing records.
